The Gust In Shadows

A poem written in the wake of the Deepwater horizon disaster. Makind, you’ve screwed up yet again. I’d say this ought to be a wake up call, but it’s more like a defeaning shriek falling upon deaf ears.

Homo vitae commodatus non donatus es

(Man has been lent to life, not given)

The ripples on the water shimmer with a riveting blue brilliance

Misaligned and mangled from their symmetrical sojourns

The dolphins of the sea, shriek in subtle agony

Discombobulated, devastated…dreary of the desolation ahead

The crystalline sparkles of the coruscating sands dim their brilliance